Mothers

To My Wonderful Wife on Mother’s Day

You are the best of mothers.

By Virgil Hurt

Sunday May 10, 2015

Mothers

Mothers are God’s answer to downcast children.

They encourage, exhort, and listen.

But that is not all that mother’s do.

Their work is never really through.

Care, compassion, cooking, cleaning,

Prayer, passion, plaiting, pleading.

Mothers are always giving, seldom receiving.

They keep on seeking to be pleasing.

What has God given in mothers?

A wonder worker like no other.

Who else could grow a baby in her body?

Life she gives and life embodies.

For a mother is life to all that know her.

The life she gives is never over.

Light, life, love and laughter.

To know a mother is to know this chapter.

She gives it all and after this

She lays down to rest and there she gives.

She loves a man who becomes a father

But cannot feed his children after.

Her own body grows their food

And suckles them till they’re subdued.

She nurtures them in admonition,

God’s nurture, too, and her fruition.

What wonder is this mother fair?

A glorious creature beyond compare.

Her beauty lies in the inner man

Where God bestows His mysterious plan

That life of every woman and man

Should come from a woman who loves a man.

So to all mankind flows the love of motherhood,

She is the second greatest good.

The first is He who in the beginning

From Adam’s side took the thinning

And fashioned her a wife and mother

The best that dust could gather.

To Him we grant the greatest good

And mother’s sons agreeing should

Bow with her to Him who made it all

For mother’s, of all creatures great and small,

Deserve the honor that honors best of all.

So, first to Him and then to her

A prayer and then a praise.

Thank you Father for great grace.

A mother You have given me.

Forgive me for my ingratitude

Though blinded now I see.

She of all that came and went

Loved me most when almost spent.

Her love endures like Thy great love

To those who wander far from You.

She waits and hopes and prays

As they emerge and are birthed again

By the love of a mother, a faithful friend.

To every mother’s son and every mother’s daughter

Praise her often and heartily ever after.

You are who you are because of a mother.

She gave you life and so you gather

Words, words to praise and honor…

Your mother.